The fat wizard interrupted Zheng Qing's analysis, and his voice suddenly became nervous: "Those crows are not right! Very wrong!... They are not losing control... They are being controlled and killing each other!"
Without further reminding Xin, the other two young wizards in the magic circle also noticed the abnormalities around him.
The colorful feathers fell from the air like snowflakes, and then turned into ashes very close to the ground; sharp and harsh roars disturbed each other, and even through the protective barrier, Zheng Qing still felt a strong feeling of depression and vomiting.
This is not the worst.
What made him even more uneasy was that the crows fighting each other seemed to be devouring each other. He clearly saw a slightly larger crow holding the head of another little crow, tearing it hard, tilting it up, swallowing it into his stomach, and then the big crow flapping its wings, and its body size increased a little in a moment. The killed crows, the red silk that had been pierced on their backs, would also move to the back of the new host and become thicker.
The number of crows in the air is decreasing wildly every minute and every second. Their size is getting bigger and darker, as if the colors on the dead crows are gathered on the living crows.
In other words, the originally colorful Crows birds are slowly turning into real crows. They spread their wide wings and emit strange and low roars. With the chaotic and complex magic fluctuations, the shadows covering the "Weishi Rock Rock" continue to deepen.
"Good thing."
Xiao Xiao raised his head and looked at the bizarre scene, calming his tone: "You only have a few special talismans in total, it's a waste to hit ordinary crows. They can accumulate themselves into groups by themselves, you should thank them... As the saying goes, shoot the first bird out of the gun, and then you'll just kill the most powerful one..."
That being said.
When the number of crows hovering in the sky decreased to single digits, each of them was as big as an elephant. They spread their wings to cover the sky and the sun, and even gave people the feeling of a great roc coming to the world.
Zheng Qing inexplicably said: When the whole body is full of flaws, there is no flaw in the whole body.
He can hit any crow with his eyes closed, but he doesn't know where to aim—heart, head, neck, wings, or butt?
Who knows if these big birds have doors or where the doors are located!
The last time I encountered a similar situation, when I was dealing with the dark wizard Watley, there were dozens of elite registered wizards led by three deputy deans of the academy to scoop him. All the talismans in the magazine only needed to aim at the same target.
And now.
On the left are two students who have not graduated. In addition to these big crows, there are probably some dark wizards hiding in the dark. More importantly, no one knows what kind of monsters they can become if they allow these crows to continue to swallow each other!
A pile of out-of-control monsters with great wizard level destructive power is not difficult for many dark wizard organizations. However, in the face of such a monster, the energy it takes to subdue or destroy it is incomparable.
Many times, the Alliance's wizards would rather face a dozen fallen wizards than deal with cultists under the stars. This is the reason.
While these thoughts flashed through my mind, another crow hovering in the air was missing. This time, the disappearing crow was eaten by the other seven crows.
That's right, Zheng Qing can now count the crows in the sky at a glance.
A black feather comparable to Fatty Xin's head slowly fell down and hit the phantom of the rock above the three of them. The light yellow light shield flashed slightly. In an instant, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to feel the heavy and sticky aura outside the guardian barrier.
A few drops of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead.
Can't wait any longer.
Even if he knew that those cowards who dared not show up wanted to consume their blood talisman bullets, he could not wait any longer. When he made this decision, a trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed through Zheng Qing's heart.
This is the other party's open plot.
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"The best way to disrupt the opponent's rhythm is to put them in a dilemma... If they lose their ability to choose, they will give up the initiative in dealing with it."
"Just now, our teaching assistant classmate has only two options left."
"Or, he would spend his powerful precious talisman bullets to interrupt the process of these crows devouring each other in advance, and then bravely face the unknown world behind him."
"Or, let the crows devour each other and watch the sandbox finally give birth to a monster that is likely to have the power of a great wizard."
"If there is a choice, I would never let him take such a big risk. After all, he is the most unique and most successful experimental subject we have so far... Even we don't know what kind of monster they will continue to swallow each other and eventually merge into... But like him, we have no choice now."
Gan Ning stood in the narrow attic window, facing away from the other four "crows" in the room, and muttered softly about the "hard dish" they had been thinking about for a long time.
Unlike the lazy feeling of lying on the bed a moment ago, at this moment, his breath seemed to be slowly blending with the culprits outside, becoming more obscure and cold, and every minute and second was becoming deeper.
Another crow was torn to pieces by other companions.
The miserable roar seemed to make the small world start to shake. The broken black feathers, huge drops of blood, and splashed flesh and blood fell all over the sky, and finally burned out very close to the ground, leaving a thick layer of ashes.
Gan Ning's already very gloomy figure seemed to become even darker at the moment when the crow died. The shadows swaying on the ground seemed to be a ball of darkness, burning flames burning every line of sight.
His companions looked at him worriedly.
Looking at him quietly.
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Bang!
A touch of red rose from the phantom of the pale yellow rock, and accurately hit the head of a crow that was closest to it.
However, Zheng Qing had no joy on his face.
Because as he guessed, as these big crows fluctuated their magic power and their infinite size approached the great wizard, his shot only severely damaged the target and failed to send it away with one shot.
One shot is not enough, two shots are redundant.
Looking at the crow that was struggling and falling in the air with half of his head missing, and looking at the huge figure of the other five heads pounced on and tearing it up without hesitation, Zheng Qing felt like he was pinching his nose and eating shit.
But he couldn't hesitate. He had to eat these pickled things in the shortest time while the other crows had no time to swallow each other!